Peek-cºck? Is that like meat-gaze?
I peacock lots of ways, and always sort of have, albeit seemingly accidentally through my goofy stylz.
Not texting? <--- stands out like crazy
Polished shoes? <--- get seen
Hats?
Crazy 'stache/beard set?
Overdress/underdress?
My style is deliberately "off", yet, consistently "on"... I like mocking fashion.
I was going out the other night to a lesbo wine bar for dinner and my gal told me: "You're going to have to choose: the hat, OR the tie."
V: "Bullsh¡t. My hat *nods forward*, matches my tie *lifts tie*, AND my bracelet *extends wrist*. Oh, and my coat, shoes, ring, and belt match the hat, too. How about I not wear pants?"
Her: "Oh... wow... I didn't notice all that. Dang... you ARE super sexy tonight!"
V: "
Know 'dat... I'll be damned if I let you dress me funny,
mommy."
I've always been a hat guy. What I've found is that people generally don't give a rip what sort of hat you are wearing. HOWEVER, what people DO see is how you mind your hat. I've found that most often my hats are generally just pieces of clothing, not props in-and-of-themselves. I don't like the sun in my eyes! What garners more attention is how I wear my hat. In this age of ball caps, proper "hat manners" have become a bit of a lost art.
In fact, I was overseas and really made an impression on a respectable gent with my hat manners. So much so that before I left, he coordinated an adventure purely for the sake of purchasing a hat for me. So, as you can see,
what you wear isn't as important as
how you wear it. The last thing this guy expected from an American were proper, old-fashioned, manners well-minded. Is it the hat that's truly doing the "peacocking", or the manners? The best part was that I didn't even try to mind my hat any different than usual! Completely effortless!
With any peacocking, you can't just adorn yourself with some trinket and expect women to drop at your feet. You need to direct the attention. My facial hair set, for example, is just the way it seems to grow on my face. Many gals told me that "it belongs there", and I find that, although a unique style, they're right. I've tried other styles, other beards and mustaches, and what stays is an old-school Prussian curled-and-pointed-with-wax deal. On the one hand, it's so perfect on my face that it's almost cartoon looking, like I could put on a striped one-piece and carry around a barbell for Halloween and pull off an awesome "Circus strongman" costume, or perhaps a Muskateer. Plus, when I put on my fur hat and OD green trenchcoat, people gawk in shock like I just walked off a Russian WWII front. But on the other hand, it lives on my face, though, so the "peacocking" attention gets old. In fact, it's often cumbersome, the attention: people stare so hard that they lose their sh¡t. I've had many, many complete strangers walk up to me and start reaching up to touch my mustache, as though that was somehow appropriate behavior. When I swat their arm away... "Ooh, oh...
I'm so sorry, I just...
well, I... Um...
can I touch it? It looks so
real!"
V: "Your tits look real. Can I touch
them?"
Seriously, people lose their sh¡t in public. It's
sometimes fun to watch people's wheels turn in their heads, but, I often want to snap my fingers and wake people up out of their trances.
When springtime comes, the beard and 'stache get shaved, as the wax is a b¡tch to fuss with in the heat/humidity, plus the itch and funk... I don't keep it "for women" or grow it "for women" in the first place. I rock it when it's winter, lose it in the summer, it's just a part of me: it's just what I do.
I type that all out like rambling style, but the point is, peacocking is done best when elements of your style are showcased effortlessly. The trinket alone isn't the focus. In my family tree, I'm two-parts Prussian (old Germany/Russia region) and one part Irish: the facial hair is part of who I am - it grows into that style naturally. Whatever your style, add some polish, or wax, or color, and proudly be yourself. You don't apologize for your style, you ROCK that sh¡t. Some would call it a "freak flag" to fly if you have one. It's that "Rocking it" which is the sexy/attractive part of peacocking. Without confidence or a genuine style of your own, you're just dressing up and performing like a clown. The gimmick isn't the "shine" alone, the gimmick is a cue for others to recognize your shine.
The best peacocking doesn't say "look at this", it says "look at me rocking... Oh, that? That's just something easy for you to talk to me about while you lose your sh¡t over how awesome I am." At least, that's how peacocking fits into
my arsenal.
Chicks love guys with discretion. So, if you're going to peacock, be somewhat discreet. And, if you should adorn yourself with a Flava-Flav clock, don't stare at it or fuss with it constantly: forget it's there. Try to keep your peacocking "covert" and not "overt". For example, one "out of place" piece of your outfit, like a beanie with a suit, or a conflict like shiny shoes and flannel: that's the subtleness I go for. At a glance, it all somehow "matches", but something keeps you looking, and wondering...
Also, if you aren't proficient at handling sh¡t tests, peacocking isn't likely going to work out well for you: you will be shamed, you will be heckled, you will be confronted. If you can't turn around and ask a chick "Can I wear your undies like a Mexican wrestler mask?" after she asks "Can I wear your hat?", then you might need to strengthen your game in that regard before being able to successfully peacock. You don't just let the hat get snatched off your head and deal with a woman wearing it: that is failing a sh¡t test. Instead, you need to see the hand coming and swat that sh¡t away until a woman qualifies herself and earns a hat touching, or a vagina touching, or whatever you tell her the price of admission is.
BE the peacock!
"
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!"
